I came to Cuba in 2011 to document a film, but quickly turned my lens to the streets. Everyday life drew me in—small routines, fleeting encounters. Photography is always a balance between fascination and projection, and in Cuba this became clear: warmth and rhythm on one side, cracks and silences on the other.

What struck me most was how much of myself I saw reflected in these encounters. Their openness became a mirror, showing me who I was as much as who they were. The portraits are not just images of others—they are also fragments of my own search. They carry the beauty of human presence, but also the reminder that every act of seeing says as much about the viewer as about the subject.